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DECEMBER
In December's hush, a quiet refrain,
Rest becomes the gentle, soothing rain,
A respite from the year's relentless strain,
In December's grace, we heal the pain.
Beneath the blankets of snow so white,
In the stillness of the silent night,
Rest is the solace, the guiding light,
In December's arms, all feels right.
With fireside warmth and flickering flame,
Rest finds its place in the holiday's name,
In the company of loved ones, we claim,
The joy of togetherness, in December's aim.
As the old year wanes and the new takes flight,
Rest is the harbor, the anchor, the sight,
In December's embrace, we find our might,
To face the unknown with hearts so bright.
In the season of giving, we mustn't forget,
The gift of rest, without regret,
In December's lessons, may we reset,
To find our peace, and never forget.
© DMN 2023
Rest becomes the gentle, soothing rain,
A respite from the year's relentless strain,
In December's grace, we heal the pain.
Beneath the blankets of snow so white,
In the stillness of the silent night,
Rest is the solace, the guiding light,
In December's arms, all feels right.
With fireside warmth and flickering flame,
Rest finds its place in the holiday's name,
In the company of loved ones, we claim,
The joy of togetherness, in December's aim.
As the old year wanes and the new takes flight,
Rest is the harbor, the anchor, the sight,
In December's embrace, we find our might,
To face the unknown with hearts so bright.
In the season of giving, we mustn't forget,
The gift of rest, without regret,
In December's lessons, may we reset,
To find our peace, and never forget.
© DMN 2023
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